What About Love Poem by Roilynn brown

Is it a thought, a word, a feeling, this thing called love?
All I know is that it comes from above.

It creates something from nothing whatever it may touch,
It's never late or early and is never in a rush.

It causes all things to increase and grow.
Self-simulated, self-directional is all one needs to know

With grace and mercy, we realize it's purpose is to exist.
The truthful awareness of love, permits nothing to resist.

When all is said and done and it leaves it's mark,
this thing called love is not a lark.